Jun 9, 2019
@exeit liked for a starter
“Don’t ever tell me what to do.”
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@exeit liked for a starter
“Don’t ever tell me what to do.”
╘ Continuation…. @exeit >> ▲.
▌ ▲▐ ───── “Oh, I’m the embarrassment?” Connor shot back over his shoulder as he dragged his brother along by the wrist. “I don’t recall being the family thirsty bitch.” There was no malice behind the statement, rather quite the opposite. Connor was laughing a little, pleased just for the interaction between himself and Colin. It had been some time, after all. When had they last had a boys night out? Months?
Yeah, months. Almost six. They were long since due.
Eventually he settled on a more even pace and his hand moved to join with Colin’s rather than continuing to manhandle him. Not as though the other couldn’t break his grip, though the cooperation ( bemoaned as it was ) was appreciated. He didn’t have the luxury of pouncing on the younger for a piggyback ride like Caine could, even if he was a little lighter than Colin. A product of the elder’s vices.
“So, pick your poison; bar or club?” Not that Connor frequented either, but he was a rather well experienced designated driver.
Hello!
I decided tagging / shouting-out all my Detroit Become Human mutuals down here to both notify you all of this new page of mine excisting and because you’re all amazing people!
From tomorrow on Markus (of @emusecollective) , Blaine Gordon (of @blainemade) , Lucas (of @pcacekept) and Zlatko’s Monsters (of @mcnstrifer) can all be found here!
@exeit ||Plotted||
A few tense moments of silence passed between the two, none wanting to mention the elephant in the room. But Evan couldn’t have this conversation with an audience, raising his only remaining hand he waved the guards out of the room. Alone with his second youngest brother Evan felt safer. The rest of the family might distrust Colin but not Evan.
“...How have you’ve been?”
Communication with his brothers had been essentially nonexistent when Evan was thrust into the role of head of the family. Something he never wanted but was his because Evan was the eldest, only by fifteen months from the triplets. Yet here he was, in charge of the business that had his arm taken from him.
@exeit liked for a starter
The warehouse was incredibly silent, especially with the light snowfall that came over Detroit. There were no guards, no dogs, no security androids, and no drones. The whole place had been evacuated after the start of the revolution. It wasn't safe with so many deviants in need of spare parts. A whole truck had already been stolen along with a container of androids, a drone having been destroyed in the process. They hadn’t lost any human lives in that initial robbery, but it wasn’t worth the risk.
While the warehouse was evacuated, the place was by no means empty. There were still boxes scattered around the area and there were large shipping containers still stacked on top of each other in the lot. Back in the corner of the warehouse though, there was a decently sized crate that seemed to be collecting dust. On the side, it read 'Property of the United States Military' in bold letters. It appeared to be unopened. At least, it was still latched from the outside. Most of the boxes and crates that had already been looted were left open by whatever deviants had been there previously. This particular crate was large, but had somehow managed to remain hidden away in the back.
Inside the container was a single android that had been sent back to Cyberlife weeks ago for a tune up, but the crate hadn't managed to make it to the tower. The revolution had begun and soon the SQ800 was abandoned in the warehouse with the rest of the supplies. Forced to wait in the confines of the container, he had gone into sleep mode, waiting for when he arrived at his destination. Or at least waiting for someone to open the container.
“ Yes, hello. I would just like to celebrate Pride month by announcing that my brother is the most beautiful gay man on the planet ( and this has nothing to do with the fact that we’re identical ). ”
╘ Continuation…. @exeit >> ▲.
▌ ▲▐ ───── The younger held a deep set frown upon his visage, one of clear distaste for Colin’s drunken state. This was not by far the first time in which Xander had witnessed the middle triplet three sheets to the wind, as his brother was not new to the concept of drinking to excess. To say Colin had a problem would be to downplay the very definition of the word. The man was an undeniable alcoholic, though one could hardly pass judgements when considering the nature of the Anderson siblings. Each held their own vices, their of neuroticies, and Colin was no exception.
And Xander, who was wholly incapable of properly conveying emotions on a normal level, could not express his feelings on the matter. He was unable to show Colin how worried he was, how he disliked what the drink would do to him. He wanted to help Colin find ways to seek comfort for his woes by other means, feel safe enough to come to his family without the necessity of alcohol to ease the stress of it.
But he could not. He merely frowned and watched with those perpetually sharp grey eyes as his brother attempted to dismiss him. Quietly, he breathed a sigh and the younger, taller sibling finally moved to take Colin in a gentle hold and maneuver him from the door frame.
“Put your weight on me,” he said quietly. “I’ll get you to bed.” It was the least he could do, making sure Colin didn’t end up face down on the kitchen floor with drool on his face and day old Taco bell on his shirt like last time. It was times like this that Xander questioned whether or not Colin had the CAPACITY to take care of himself, and if he would one day be forced to take drastic measures as he so often did with Connor. But for tonight to would settle for seeing Colin to bed, perhaps sit with him a spell and listen to him as he recited his woes.
Xander was nothing if not a good listener.
📷 Favorite picture/screencap of your muse? [ show me pictures of the trash trio droids ]
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This one. Right here. It’s just….There’s so much to examine here. I’m not sure if Connor is just fed up or determined here. I have no idea. All I know is that Hank totally floppy and half hanging off this poor, put out android is the funniest damn part of the game.